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    “Can I trust you, is the thing?”
    At that moment his daughter appeared from behind a stall, wiping her hands on a towel. She looked to be in her early twenties and the denim outfit she wore suited her. She was a broad built girl, but believe me when I say none of it was superfluous. As soon as she saw me, her eyes widened and a smile twitched at her lips.
    “I’ll keep an eye on him, Dad. You never know what he might find, was he to go looking for it in the right places.” I swear she winked at me.
    “I dunno.” Her father glowered.
    “Make up a proper contract, Dad. It would only take a moment.”
    He seemed to think that was a good idea and the three of us traipsed over to a small office in the far corner of the milking shed. He typed into a tablet pc, asked me my name and address and a few moments later a small printer zipped out a couple of sheets of paper.
    He handed me a copy. It had both our names and addresses on and the fifty-fifty split thing. I found I was well over a hundred miles from home and his name was Mr. A. Hardy. I signed both copies and he signed too.
    “Have we finished?” Betty asked. “I like to go and show Jake our best patches of grass.”
    Her father gave her a look and she giggled.
    “He hasn’t even brought a spade with him,” Mr. Hardy complained.
    I should have thought of that. However, Betty wasn’t concerned.
    “I’m sure he’s got a big one with him somewhere. But we’ve got plenty anyway.”
    She led me out of the milking shed by the hand, picking up a spade on the way.
    “There’s some hay we can lie on over there, once you’ve found your treasure.” She squeezed my hand in a way that suggested she knew where I should looking if I wanted her treasures.
    This thing with young women letching after my body was getting disconcerting. They were falling over themselves to offer me their all and that just wasn’t normal. Married-man thing or not; I never got this lucky.
    “Let’s try looking in the middle of this field,” I suggested firmly and took my hand from hers.
    “Dad won’t like it if we upset the cows, and I can be a bit of a screamer.” Her hand slid down her shirt opening buttons on the way.
    I strode towards the treasure as fast as I could without running and she chased after me. We were going to get very lucky, very quickly and then I was getting out of here. There is only so much provocation a virile male can take without having to find some release. I wondered where Jenny would be at this time of day.
    The cowpat disappeared before Betty could get close enough to see it. I didn’t fancy digging through it. I put on the headphones and scanned the detector over the ground while making straight for the ex-excrement marked spot.
    “You won’t find anything in this field,” Betty advised. Her shirt was fully undone and she seemed to be about to start on her jeans.
    “Here, let’s dig here,” I suggested, having detected the treasure.
    Rather than hand me the spade she started digging where I’d pointed. She lifted a good chunk of grass and earth, going down six full inches with every spade full.
    “Deeper,” I suggested, putting a little compulsion into it. I hate doing that to people, but better that she was lifting sod than plowing my furrow.
    She hit something at a foot down. The hole was a couple of feet square by then. She rested on the spade as I used my hands to uncover the top of a large earthenware pot. Its mouth was about six inches in diameter and the pot was over a foot wide.
    “I thought that thing of yours found metal,” she asked. Her eyes still shone wickedly when she looked at me, but curiosity had mostly overwhelmed the lust.
    I took the spade and began to dig round the pot. It went down another twelve inches.
    “Let me lift it”, she suggested. She strained at it and then the bottom of the pot gave way. Bright gold, silver coins, and intricately worked jewellery scattered across the hole as she fell backwards. I